In the center of a tranquil and vibrant meadow lay a clear pond.
The pond's surface was as green and clear as a mirror, with sunlight filtering through the leaves, casting shimmering patches of light on the water, adding an indescribable beauty to the entire pond.
Surrounding the pond was dense vegetation, with tall trees growing along its edge, their canopies gently swaying in the breeze, casting cool shadows. Beneath the trees, soft green grass and blooming wildflowers carpeted the ground, and whenever a gentle breeze passed, the grass rustled with a melodious sound.
The wetlands at the pond's edge were like a captivating painting, with various aquatic plants thriving. Tall reeds swayed in the breeze, their rustling sounds echoing the wind, like a harmonious symphony of nature.
Pink and white lotus flowers bloomed quietly in the water, their petals elegantly unfurling, emitting a delicate fragrance that added a serene beauty to the entire pond.
The creatures within and around the pond also became part of this beautiful scene. Small fish swam joyfully in the water, frogs squatted on lotus leaves croaking, and colorful butterflies danced among the flowers, as if narrating their own stories.
Distant mountain ranges undulated, shrouded in mist, forming a magnificent backdrop. At the foot of the mountains, a vast grassland stretched like a emerald carpet, lush with green grass.
And amidst all this beauty, a solitary yet beautiful Narcissus flower quietly grew by the pond. Several snow-white flowers bloomed on its tall stem, shimmering with a faint glow, as light as feathers.
At the center of the flowers was a small yellow corona, like a miniature sun. A rich fragrance wafted from the flowers, sweet and fresh, attracting bees and butterflies to dance around them.
The Narcissus swayed gently in the breeze, exuding a tranquil and peaceful aura. Its roots were deeply embedded in the pond's soil, silently drawing nourishment, providing firm support and strength to the flowers.
When the morning light first shone, the petals seemed to smile in the sunlight, displaying their beauty and vitality. And at night, when the moon's glow spilled over the pond, the Narcissus became even more mysterious and enchanting, like a solitary dancer, gracefully moving in the moonlight.
This Narcissus growing by the pond, with its purity, elegance, and resilience, became a symbol of this beautiful landscape, like a graceful poem, forever etched into nature's canvas.
"Who am I? Where exactly am I?" A voice filled with confusion and shock suddenly echoed by the tranquil pond. There was no one around, no sound, only the Narcissus by the pond gently swaying its leaves in the breeze.
Despite having no eyes, Lin Xi unexpectedly found his reflection on the pond's surface. He observed carefully and discovered that he had turned into a Narcissus.
Some blurry memories flooded his mind: he remembered having just finished his college entrance examination and saving some money for a spontaneous graduation trip.
Although it was the hot month of June, he resolutely went to the capital, first visiting the Forbidden City, then the famous Panjiayuan, and even casually bought some small souvenirs there.
But what happened next left him confused and perplexed. He recalled exhausting his strength trying to save a drowning child playing in the river, pushing the child ashore.
At the moment of losing consciousness, he seemed to see a handsome young man with flowing white hair standing on the bank, smiling at him, and then his whole body emitted a white light. Subsequently, his consciousness began to blur, and some memories seemed to have disappeared with that mysterious man, because he forgot the mysterious man's appearance.
"Did I not die, but instead turn into a Narcissus?" Lin Xi looked at his reflection in the water, muttering to himself in disbelief.
The confusion and shock in Lin Xi's heart could not be quelled; he could not accept that he had transformed into an ethereal Narcissus. He couldn't help but wonder if the white-haired man was connected to his strange encounter. He even suspected he was dreaming.
However, when he tried to move the Narcissus leaves again, his heartbeat seemed to resonate with the swaying leaves. This real sensation forced him to accept the fact.
He began to ponder deeply, trying to recall every detail before he became a Narcissus. He wanted to know what power had turned him into this, and if he still had a chance to return to the human world.
The pond's reflection appeared so serene, as if everything was in a peaceful dream. The sun's rays filtered through the treetops, falling on his snow-white petals, casting a faint halo, as if it too was surprised by his predicament.
For a moment, the whole world seemed to stand still, with only his inner voice echoing across the tranquil meadow.
"What should I do? Can I go back?"
However, it seemed to be a marvelous phenomenon triggered by Lin Xi's arrival, as the Narcissus originally growing by the pond seemed to awaken with a spiritual essence.
The Narcissus by the pond began to emit a faint light throughout its entire plant, a dreamlike glow that illuminated the entire pond, then gradually dispersed.
A trickling spring emerged from the center of the pond, like a source of life, forming a small but elegant fountain.
The water flowed gently downwards, forming an arc like a fairy's flowing gown, splashing mist that permeated the surrounding air with a fresh scent, as if time and space had paused at that moment.
In the center of this pond, a striking change suddenly occurred. Where the Narcissus had bloomed, a young and beautiful boy now lay prostrate.
Half of the boy's body lay on the bank, while the other half was immersed in the pond, wearing only a light and ethereal white gauze robe. His appearance made the entire pond glow, as if the whole world was paying homage to him.
His appearance was truly captivating. His long hair was like white silk, with sunlight piercing through the strands, casting golden rays, adding a touch of mysterious charm.
His bright eyes were clear and transparent, containing starlight, full of wisdom and curiosity. His face was as white as snow, with a high nose bridge and slender eyebrows outlining a unique contour. His smile was natural and charming, and his physique was slender and well-proportioned, with smooth, powerful muscle lines and a healthy glow to his skin.
Now lying by the pond, his every move was elegant and composed, like a dancer gracefully moving on stage. He also exuded a unique fragrance, a combination of flowers and forest scents, intoxicating. The surrounding butterflies were also attracted by his charm and couldn't help but flutter around him.
Everything by the pond became picturesque with the arrival of this boy, tranquil, harmonious, elegant, and mysterious. The entire world seemed to be captivated by his beauty and temperament, falling into a beautiful dream.
Narcissus gazed at his reflection in the water, his own face mirrored in his deep eyes, and for a moment, his thoughts drifted away from this place, traversing time and space.
Fragments of memory gradually pieced together in his mind, like a dream, making him realize that he was now in the world of Greece mythology, having transformed into the legendary Narcissus, the figure associated with the root of the word 'narcissism'. A strange emotion surged within him, both Feelings and a touch of confusion.
He delved into the original owner's memories, as if traveling back to that distant era, seeing his own past. He had done nothing wrong, merely adhered to his principles, refusing the confessions of the Nymphs who adored him. He never imagined that such a simple refusal would incur the curse of Goddess Dixi Fune.
The curse made him fall in love with his own reflection; that mirror-like self became his sole obsession. After passing by this pond, he accidentally saw his reflection in the water and fell hopelessly in love with it, obsessively infatuated. Ultimately, to find release, he even leaped into the lake, transforming into a Narcissus.
Narcissus felt a hint of anger and dissatisfaction. In his opinion, the original owner suffered an undeserved calamity; why should he be forced to accept others' confessions? His body carried angry emotions, as if the original owner's soul was still within, protesting the injustices.